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Brad spends the winter frozen solid in his backyard, alone with his thoughts.
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| I'm so alone...so very alone. So desperately, soul-ravagingly alone. | |
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| Oh, how I yearn for someone to keep me company...to be my friend. Or more than a friend, even. Someone. Anyone. | |
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| Oh my god, no...not the squirrel with the bladder-control problem again... | |
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